Scattered Sunday Afternoons
Album: Short Stories
By: R.J. Chops
By: R.J. Chops
Duration
3:06
Genres
Description
A song about Scattered Sunday Afternoons when you're sitting around hanging out with your mates.
Lyrics
Gather my shit, but I brought nothing in. Get up too soon and my head it starts to spin. Pull it together man you can see the front door. Ten minutes ago I was ten feet fucking tall. But a scattered Sunday afternoon. Saturday nights can’t end to soon. I got no time for the blues. Nestled on the couch with you. I need a pill to settle my head. My head starts spinning when it hits the bed. But I tell ya, you wouldn’t be dead. No not for quids. Nestled on the couch with a bong and her tits. On a scattered Sunday afternoon. Saturday nights can’t end to soon. I got no time for the blues. Nestled on the couch with you. Yeah on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Well I’ve got nothing better to do. Then to waste away the afternoon, Nestled on the couch with you. If life gets better than this. BBQ’s, bongs, piss & tits. A great way to gather your thoughts, Oh I cannot speak cause my throats gone horse. But it’s probably better that way, cause there’s too much stupid shit I would say, on a lazy scattered Sunday.
